A Passing Shower
My sinking feet feel the brush of sand below warm salty foam
as water's flowing rush retreats with sounds of many tumbled stones.
Sand clouds churn by water's turn and ankles wrap in sea grass tangles.
Drowned black beetle blows slowly by, beyond each beaching wave.
As sun rays warm my neck and back, my shadow comes and goes
where sand is flat, seen beneath the water's calm between waves' to and fro.
A single line of cotton clouds drips like a watercolour wash,
a few cold drops prick sun-warmed skin, small bright meteors holding sun within,
flung passing from bright sky.
These thousand tiny fireballs fall, flashing past my eyes,
and extinguish as they meet the sea, while playing children shriek surprise
at sunshine's passing shower.
Just a moment 24/07/2020
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